Isn't she lovely?
Isn't she wonderful?
Isn't she precious?
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love?

~ Stevie Wonder

Asami dismounted Korra immediately and grabbed her phone. The caller-ID did not project a happy next couple of minutes.

'Pumpkin.' Came her father's voice. 'Good news.'

'What is your problem?' Asami sat up straight in a formal manner, just as Hiroshi had taught her. 'And don't call me that.'

'Well,' He sighed. 'Asami, I and the General have set a date for the wedding.'

'You did what?' She yelled, as she turned, she saw Korra looking at her in shock. 'How dare you, I didn't want that, you never asked me what I wanted.'

'Asami, Pumpkin.' Asami hissed at the name coming from the tongue of the man she hated. 'I only did what's best for you.'

'And what about my mental state, my well-being, my life?' She said, her voice becoming small again. 'Do you care about me?'

'Of course, I do.' Hiroshi said. 'That's why I did it, you'll learn to love him, just like I did with Yasuko.'

'Don't speak her name,' Asami felt tears rolling down her cheek, just as she could feel two strong arms wrapping around her, rocking her gently. 'You never loved her.'

'Pumpkin, of course, I did, the death of your mother at the hands of those hoodlums hurt me as much as it hurt you.' He said, trying to remain calm. 'That is why you deserve your fullest life with a husband who'll spoil you.'

'I don't want to be spoiled, I work for my money, I want to spoil someone.' She leaned back in Korra's embrace, the tanned woman running soothing circles across her arms. 'I don't want something arranged; I want to find love.'

'Love can be found after the wedding.' Hiroshi said. 'In three weeks after the honeymoon, you will find love.'

'Three fucking weeks!' Asami yelled. 'That's all the heads up you give me, let me guess I need to produce an heir immediately.'

'Well, yes, we need our line to continue.' Hiroshi said. 'Preferable you will grant me a grandson within the year, do not give me a girl, they can't continue the line. It was a wonder that I convinced the General to use your last name.'

'Dad, you can go to a wedding, but I will not be there.' Asami told him. 'I cannot believe you think that that is what is best for me.'

'Well, pumpkin-'

'Don't call me that.'

'Well, Asami.' He gritted through his teeth. 'I only want what is best for you, because I love you.'

'If you love me then answer me this,' Asami said. 'What is my sexuality?'

'Your…?'

'My sexuality, I have been open about this with everyone and it is on all my socials, what is it?'

'Straight of course, like a proper woma-.' Asami had hung up the phone mid-sentence, put it on airplane mode, and chucked it across the room for good measure.

'Asami,' Said Korra in a soft voice. 'Do you want to talk about that? You don't have to.'

'I hate him, so much.' She cried, burying his face in Korra's shoulder. 'But he is my father and he's supposed to love me.'

'I'm sure in his own fucked up way he is,' Korra ran her hand through Asami's long hair. 'What did he do, set you up for a date or something?'

'Something like that,' She chuckled bitterly. 'I'm to be wed within three weeks. To a man.'

'Gross.' Korra said. 'I'm guessing you don't want to be.'

'I'm Bisexual, so that should've been fine, but the man is just so vile.' Asami said, she sighed and put her hand on the extra pillow next to Korra's.

'The date when you texted me?' Korra laid down next to her. Asami nodded, turned, and hugged Korra.

'We've had a strange relationship ever since my mum died.' Asami told her. 'My father and I have never been the same since.'

'May I ask what happened?' Korra whispered.

'I think…' Asami swallowed, not sure if to continue. 'He may have killed her.'

'Your father? The raven-haired woman nodded and buried her face in her hair.

'Sorry, that is a terrible thing to say,' Asami cried. 'It just didn't add up, the triads work different they would have stolen things or killed my father as well.'

'We can check it out if you want?' Korra said. 'I know the Chief's wife, well, she's my doctor and therapist.'

'Don't bother,' Asami sighed. 'I'll lose everything then.'

'What do you lose?' Korra asked. 'If it means justice.'

'My company, my status, my money, my reputation, and the last family member I have.' Asami summed up. 'I can't go through it all again.'

'I understand.' Korra held her for a while in silence, breathing in Asami's shampoo.

'Do you want to see her?' Asami said in a soft and broken voice. 'My mum?'

'If you want to, I'd love it.' Korra said, manoeuvring herself into a seated position. Her sugar mommy moved from the bed and picked her phone back up from where it had bounced off the wall. Not a crack, courtesy of future industries. She got back on the bed and cuddled up to Korra, then she opened her phone and went to her photo gallery. She opened the one labeled Yasuko and her pumpkin and started scrolling.

'My mum made this picture album, she loved taking them and she documented everything.' Asami started with a pregnant woman with green eyes and a wide smile.

'She looks just like you.' Korra whispered.

'She got pregnant at my age next year.' Asami said. 'That's why my dad is forcing me to do this.'

She showed the same woman with a tired smile, holding a little baby, not even a few days old. 'Wow, you were so fat.'

'I wasn't,' Asami huffed. 'I was a normal baby.'

'Nah, you were fat and ugly.' Korra teased. 'But that's okay, you had a really nice glow-up.'

'I did?' Asami teased back. 'Tell me, how did I glow up?'

'For one, you are not fat anymore, nor ugly.' Korra said with a laugh. 'Now you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, really hot and paying me as well.'

'Thank you,' Asami said. 'But you better remember I'm paying you.'

'I hadn't forgotten.' Laughed the tanned girl. 'But I preferred truth over compliments.'

'Thank you for being honest.' Asami looked at her infant self. 'I was fat, wasn't I?'

'Yeah,' Korra said. 'But I was too, although I was a pretty fat baby, you were just ugly, but we were talking about your mom.'

'She was the best.' Asami continued as she scrolled to her childhood pictures. Korra could see where Asami had her smile from, and basically everything, but especially her smile. Yasuko always seemed to smile, and child-Asami as well. Her father was sometimes in photos, which were the only fake smiles she could see. 'She was caring and loving and the best parent a little girl could wish for. I loved her and she loved me.'

'This is my first day of school.' Three pictures, one of four-year-old Asami and her mothing hugging at the entrance, the second one of Yasuko's crying face, still beautiful, and the third one of Asami, safely back in her mother's loving arms.

'She really cared for you, where was your father at that time?' Korra asked.

'Working, he always was. It was usually her and I.' She showed pictures of her youth, Yasuko and Asami in matching princess dresses, Yasuko teaching her daughter to swim. Korra laughed at a picture of them making something with flour, which had gone wrong. Her focus lay on the young girl with white powder all over her, smiling widely and showing where she had lost teeth. 'I loved her.'

'I can see that.' Korra kissed Asami's cheek.

'She taught me everything I needed, she helped with homework and ever taught me how to fight.' A picture of the two of them, Asami being around eight here, in full martial arts outfit in a dojo.

They passed through many photos depicting a happy child, a loving mother, and an absent father. Asami choked up when she saw her mother teaching a young teenager to dance and with the final photo of the album she cried.

'It's okay, let it all out.' Korra whispered in her ear. 'You're safe.'

'This is the last one of us.' She said between sobs showing a Yasuko and Asami, one of them seemed to have just become her adult and the second could have been her sister. Yasuko hadn't ages much mostly it had been wrinkles from years of laughing with her daughter. 'She helped me move into my college dorm, gods, she cried almost as much as I do now. It was the last time I saw her; I came out to her that day as well. All I got left now is the message.'

'The message?'

'She called me, and I didn't pick up.' Asami said. 'It was a pocket-dial, and I had a lesson something and couldn't pick up.'

'That must be awful.' Korra said. 'Having her last words, knowing that she'll never speak to you again, I can't imagine going through that.'

'It's quite beautiful.' Asami snickered, blowing her nose on a handkerchief. 'She tells me one last time that she loves me. She called me by accident, she does that a lot, terrible with phones. She wanted me to be my best self in college and that I find the love of my life there.'

'That's beautiful.' Korra's eyes watered as well.

'She hoped that I'd fall in love with a girl,' Asami told Korra. 'She wanted another daughter, even when she was unable to do so herself. Maybe that's why I have been single for so long, in my mind, they have to be worthy of my mum. She wanted to let me know that I deserve love and asked me to come home soon after it got better there, but it never did.'

'Did you think your dad did something?' Korra asked.

'Could be, how else could her home situation get "better".' Asami said in a broken voice. 'Doesn't that mean that at the time it wasn't?'

'Could be,' Korra said. 'I'm calling Kya tomorrow, maybe her wife can help.'

'I love you, pumpkin.' Asami repeated her mother's last word, keeping it with her like armour as always. 'Her last words.'

'They're beautiful last words.' Korra hugged Asami close to herself. 'She really loved you.'

'She did, that is why it feels weird now that is just with my dad.' Asami said, cuddling up with Korra. 'He never saw me as a daughter, more like an asset.'

'That's horrible.' Korra said, before growing hesitant. 'Do you want…?'

'Do I want what, Korra?' Asami asked.

'Want to stay the night?' Korra continued. 'It's late and I don't want you to be alone.'

'I love to.'

Five minutes later, after having brushed her teeth and stolen one of Korra's blue shirts, she got in bed with the tanned woman. It didn't take long for Asami to feel herself drift off, but before she did, she could hear Korra say to her something to the window where the stars shun, the shorter woman believing she was asleep.

'I'll take care of your pumpkin for you.' Korra said to the prettiest and brightest star she could see. 'And I hope that one day she could be our pumpkin.'